Pain of silence

Your silence
Deadlier than a sword
Penetrating deep
Skewers the heart
And the festering wound
Like a dead weight
Sinks all pleasure
With blossoming negativity
Throbbing brain crescendo
Praying for a moment of peace
Maybe embrace of cool hands of death
Preferable to the deadly silence
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You Are Old

You are old when your call is answered
And you are trying to remember who you called
You are old when your call is answered
And you ask why are you being called
You are old when your call is met with silence
And you hold the phone to your ear wondering why
You are old when your phone lies dead by your side
And you don’t remember a single number to call
So when you are still young, pick up the phone and call
Some one young at heart may respond and you have a ball
Before the fingers become stiff, ears go deaf
Eyes go blurry, memories fade and voice gets weak
Wake up, reach out, make a call and hug your near and dear ones

Friday haikus-We create homeless

Humans, we build homes

In nature no one homeless

We create homeless

 

Behold emptiness

Nature abhors vacuum

So we develop

 

Destroy to create

Build mega mansions galore

Not affordable

 

We trespass nature

Nature unleashes vengeance

Creates new homeless

 

We dream of a world

Eradicate homelessness

Nature will reclaim


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Lazy Friday Thought

Ever the thought crossed our minds

The one who we seek may be hiding

Fearful of being held responsible

For the chaos that was created

Or maybe a fine tuning is going on

To remove the kinks of imperfection

May be once the agents of division

Take care of themselves fighting each other

Seeking will be unnecessary as atlast

Goodness lives in hearts of all

And the one we seek live in peace

And let us live on peace

In harmony, satisfied on reaching the goal

Shattered dreams of Super Bee Man

I was stung by a bee
Yesterday after lunch
I was hoping when
I get up in the morning
A new superhero will be born
The amazing Bee Man
Floating like a butterfly
And stinging like a bee
Alas, only lingering effect
A sight dull pain
Neither can I float
Nor can I sting
Shattered lies my dream
Of being Super Bee Man
Oh, if only I would have left
The stinger in place
And not pick it out
Of my flesh
I could have written
About the exploits of
Super Bee Man